Page 53 of Things Get Dark

“Please,” I whisper again, my voice breaking as heat pools in my belly and desire burns through my veins.

“No,” the coyote whispers, shaking his head, still grinning. “You’re not saying the right word.”

“Please,” I plead again, barely able to speak the word now, I’m so desperate. They know it. They’re toying with me and it’s cruel.

If they won’t take me, I’ll have to take them.

“What do you want to say?” the goshawk murmurs, his lips pressing against my neck. “Say it for me, little hare. Tell us what you want.”

“Please,” I plead again. “Please may I suck your cock?”

The goshawk laughs, his hand dropping to my chest, his thumb brushing over my nipple, making my knees buckle. “Oh, you’re finally getting it right,” he purrs in my ear. “If you want to suck my cock, you may.”

The coyote tugs on my hair and I fall towards him, my lips parted, my mouth ready for his. He kisses me until I’m ragged and then pushes me to my knees.

The goshawk undoes his jeans, presenting his thick hard cock to me like a gift. My mouth waters at the sight of it. Long, thick, and angry-looking.

“Be warned, little hare, you have to treat us all the same, to keep it fair.”

His hips press forward until his cock is against my lips, demanding entry. My mouth parts and closes around his hard and silky-smooth shaft as he slides it deeper. My eyelids flutter closed as he pushes deeper and deeper, until he’s pressing against the back of my throat and tears stream down my face.

I’m beyond aroused at having this masked stranger’s cock in my mouth, at having his hands in my hair, his hips rocking back and forth, fucking my mouth. That’s when another moves in behind me. I don’t have much warning before he’s there, pressing the head of his thick cock against my dripping pussy.

The goshawk releases me and I use my momentary reprieve to glance over my shoulder and see who’s taking me. It’s the fox. His bright gaze locks on mine as he slides his cock further into me.

At first, his cock stretches me uncomfortably, and I’m not sure I can take it, but it’s too late to back out now. The goshawk brings my attention back to him, feeding me his cock once more, and the fox pushes in until he’s buried balls deep inside me. I moan around the cock in my mouth and at the sensation of being filled in both holes at once.

“You feel so good, little hare,” the fox grunts. “But we want more.”

He thrusts in deeper still, pumping my aching pussy, the sound of my wetness clinging to him filling the room. “More,” he demands.

The goshawk pulls his cock from my mouth, and I lick my lips, desperate for more. Before I can complain, the coyote has his hands on my shoulders, his long, pierced cock nudging against my lips. I open wide and suck him into my mouth, my tongue exploring and tasting him as his salty tang explodes across my tastebuds and the ring through his tip scrapes across mypalate. I bob back and forth between the two cocks, swallowing everything they give me.

Hands are on my body, caressing me, pulling me this way and that, encouraging me to move faster, their fingers urging me to take them in deeper.

I can’t help myself – I meet the fox’s thrusts, pushing back against him, a low cry escaping my lips.

“Soon,” the goshawk murmurs. “Soon, it will be our turn...”

The coyote groans. “I can’t hold on much longer…” he says, and then he pulls out of my mouth and his hot cum spurts onto my chest, marking me in a way which should disgust me, not send me careening closer to me own orgasm.

“You’ve got four left,” the goshawk says, staring down at me as I swallow him deeper.

Behind me, the fox’s movements reach a fever pitch that has me moaning and clenching as he comes in my pussy, hot and wet, flooding me.He didn’t use a condom.

I’m not sure I care.

“Three,” Fox says, his voice low and ragged as he catches his breath.

I pant as the goshawk guides me back onto his cock, and the owl trades places with the fox, his powerful hands gripping my hips and pulling me back to meet his cock.

There’s something about the Owl’s movements, the way he uses my hips to get deeper, that hits differently. He’s buried so deep inside me that each thrust borders on pain, but my body surrenders to his rhythm and rides it.

I close my eyes and imagine the five men taking me at once, taking me in every hole, fucking me until I’m raw, until I can’t take any more, and I almost come undone at the scene that plays out like a movie in my mind.

I groan as the goshawk thrusts in and out of me, and my tongue flicks over the top of his cock as I swallow him. His gripon my chin tightens, his cock swelling in my mouth as he pants and releases his cum down my throat.

“Two left,” he says, and I can hear the strain in his voice as he strokes my hair and helps to hold me up as the Owl powers into me from behind.

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